Gert Strydom

Dad [2] - Poem by Gert Strydom

(After S. J. Pretorius)

So little I do remember of you, About how you did knot your blue tie, how you walked to the shining black carwith school books in your handsand somewhere your image disappearsbut your voice still remains on tape reading poemsand causes the hairs on my arms to rise.

Somewhere in my existence words suddenly became a realityand if it was from heartache of loosing youor if falling in love for the first time did play a roleI cannot remember clearlybut I do wonder how my wordswould come across to you if you could hear them?